God Willing

We stare out the window at the pouring rain. 

I go to school and sit at the piano to write. 

The words emerge through the keys. 

The thunderstorm, the new baby, the beautiful family, the rain. 

But there's no record of it.

Just the building of the song, the love of playing. 

My parents, in their love I play as if I can do anything I wish for.

Moo

I look at the cow's face, and I think she's staring at me

I'm sorry for eating meat, I think. 

Her nose drips and I wonder if she's crying.

I learn about her importance, and I hope to appreciate her more. 

I laugh out loud when the kids cheer as she picks her nose with her tongue. 

I thought about her four toes while she stood on only two. 

I looked at her hip bones standing proudly on her lower back. 

Her rack of ribs.

The way her body twitches and her tail swings to ward off the bugs. 

She stared me in the eyes. 

I gave her a little smile.